Arrival
"Ah, of course!" Alberic grins - it is meant to be reassuring, something Alberic's distorted face can never manage. He places his pipe in his mouth, and warms up to his subject. "My name is Alberic. I didn't start out like this, of course. I used to look quite normal! I had a little run in with the Iron Wind... I got half out the way, but the bit of me that was left in the cloud... well, the result is as you see. Some call me the Half-consumed!" He chuckles, clearly thinking this very amusing. "It has its benefits - I bet those snake-chaps didn't expect so much tough stuff under old Alberic's soft exterior! It has its downsides, too, mind you. I'm not the looker I once was. Now, Zalbane - the red lady who is currently missing - she was also a victim of the Iron Wind. She used to look quite normal, but took a blast full on, as I understand and ended up... red. But that's her story to tell. "
He coughs - producing a cloud of green, menthol-scented smoke - as he realises that he is beginning to get carried away. "Anyway. Those snake-things: I was rather hoping you could tell us. They seemed very interested in you. I assumed they had come from wherever you came from, but I take it that's not the case." He pauses abruptly. "Maybe they're the ones summoning people!" He muses. "But why? Why?
"Anyway, no it is not set up. Not a coincidence, either: we were sent to investigate people appearing mysteriously, so it's not so surprising that when you appeared mysteriously you met us. What we want to find out is who's doing it and why it's happening. And if possible, how to get you home. Speaking of which, where is home to you? Are you from the Steadfast, or out in the Beyond? Not that you'd probably call it the Beyond if you lived there..."
He pauses to wave across Buojrez and Mhari. "I say, chaps! You might want to come over! This Translation Pillars working a rare treat! I'm managing to talk to this fellow!"